"She knelt alone, her head bowed as she let her hands drift over the withered blooms that were scattered all around, and she wondered what had gone so
wrong.
She had dedicated herself to looking after them, feeding them, watering....

But nothing had worked.
A single tear fell from her eye, and rolled down her flushed red cheek...

She watched bemused as it fell, almost in slow motion as it tumbled and swirled down towards the arid stalks below.
After what felt like an age, the teardrop struck home and spattered across the thirsty fronds...

thanks for saying all the...only if you knew only if you knew...syx is the good guy and i am the schizoaffective.bi polar..and so many others..from
two diferent doctors...so at times things just come out of my mouth before i know what i am even talking about...i am very negative person and full of
hate...sorry i just had to say this...so maybe now others will know why i said what i said so many sheds ago...at times i can control it other times i
cant..sorry i cant say any more..but thanks so so much..take care..

Thankyou for that CC.. but ... you know what, it doesnt matter because i still think you're Awesome! hah! you cannot avoid it, nor hide from it. In
fact, The Shed is full of people who might just love you to the point of no return, if you let us! You are so awesome i can feel it, you have much to
give, screw the doctors and their opinions because their opinions don't mean Sh't! Ours Do! so come on and show us your bright side girl! Laughter
heals i know this! Don't make me take out my special deviant joke list now.

Errollorre entered the new Shed and sat at an empty table.
He removed his sword and brushed some of the dust from his clothes.
One of the Shed regulars came and sat at the table with him.
"How goes the battle Errollore?" she said.

"Oh it is a struggle, but not nearly as strange and difficult as the one I encountered a short while ago." he said.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Well.." said Errollorre. " I wandered into a thread on Ats. It was a formal gathering. Full of old money people.
They spoke of current affairs, politics and conspiracies.
I knew not of what they spoke.
So I dazzled them with my dancing."

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